Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
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to maintain a single line. “Don’t move, stay in line.” With<br />
my white cloth I had made a little shelter above my eyes<br />
against the sun and I saw that the line far in the distance<br />
started moving. Not long after that this movement<br />
reached the place where I was waiting, encouraged by the<br />
security people who started pushing to speed everybody<br />
up. “Keep moving, brother, keep moving.” People around<br />
me looked at each other a bit surprised when the speed<br />
went from a careful shuffle to walking and eventually to<br />
a sturdy stroll. I removed my mediation cloth from my<br />
head and saw the stage rapidly approaching where the<br />
line disappeared. The closer I got to the stage, the more<br />
security people were standing on both sides of the line,<br />
until at a distance of about three hundred feet I merely<br />
walked on a narrow path between two rows of security<br />
guys. It went on this way at a constantly higher speed,<br />
around the curve, to the backside of the stage. There, just<br />
around the corner, on a table with a white cloth draped<br />
over it, stood a wooden box decorated with golden paper<br />
with a large slot on the top, for donations to Maharaj ji. A<br />
few steps further, very rapid now as we were pushed forward<br />
by the WPC-s, there he was. Casually chatting with<br />
two of his staff members kneeling besides his throne. His<br />
feet on a white pillow. Only there the row of WPC-s was<br />
shortly interrupted, to give each follower the space to<br />
kiss Maharaj ji’s feet. I got there too and bowed myself<br />
forward. As an offertory. Here I am. At that same moment<br />
two WPC-s pulled me off his feet to pass me on through<br />
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